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-= enjoy the silence =- Precious and fragile things Need special handling My God what have we done to you? We always try to share The tenderest of care Now look what we have put you through Things get damaged Things get broken I thought we'd manage But words left unspoken Left us so brittle There was so little left to give Angels with silver wings Shouldn't know suffering I wish I could take the pain for you If God has a master plan That only He understands I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through Things get damaged Things get broken I thought we'd manage But words left unspoken Left us so brittle There was so little left to give I pray you learn to trust Have faith in both of us And keep room in your hearts for two Things get damaged Things get broken I thought we'd manage But words left unspoken Left us so brittle There was so little left to give This was written at 7:24 pm on Wednesday, February 21 -= quote =- "The best school is always old skool." This was written at 11:53 am on Monday, February 19 -= 100% service charge =- Today my lecturer gave me $1 as a tip for buying him a drink. Hahah. This was written at 1:20 am on Thursday, February 8 -= buzzing buzzards =- But that's not supposed to be my job! This was written at 10:42 pm on Friday, February 2 |
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